The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
"In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses."
"I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead."
"Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"
Antonio Machado
Beverley Bailey Paterson
Home Ground
Fascinated by the contradictions of place and time, my work is drawn from a wide range of visual sources and encounters often found in unexpected places while travelling or by chance.
Through drawing, photography and painting, I record these fleeting moments which are then further developed until they become heightened with an idiosyncratic view, a distillation from the original source.
Although influenced by the pioneers of modernism, curiosity plays an important role in my work as I question and uncover the unexpected. The result is work that has a sense of otherness and allusion with immediate sensation and energy.
Beverley Bailey Paterson